Chapter 3296 The Sorrow of the Healing Holy Song God
"As soon as I arrived here, I saw that he wanted to kill my apprentice. What else do I have to ask?"
Said to Furong domineeringly.
Yang Yi felt a little emotional after hearing this. He was very touched by Master's behavior of protecting the calf.
Then he said: "Beiyin, don't worry. This King of Zhennan is selling people, looking down on human life, and has done a lot of bad things. If Master kills him, he will not only fail but also have merit. Even if it causes trouble to the court, we
It makes sense.”
"I'm just telling you. I am a righteous person like Furong, how can I kill people casually?"
Xiang Furong said with pride after hearing these words.
After hearing what the master and apprentice said, Beiyin could only grin and didn't know what to say.
"I think you need to consider a very serious issue." Yang Yi said weakly.
"What's the matter?" After hearing this, Xiang Furong and Beiyin looked at him with puzzled faces.
"My wound has never been able to heal, and the bleeding will not stop. If it continues like this, I will probably die."
For a cultivator, as long as there is sufficient vitality and blood, and the injury is traumatic, as long as there are no fatal consequences at the time, it can be healed in the shortest time. If it is treated with true energy, the healing speed will be even faster.
Just now, Yang Yi had been trying to use Qi to repair the wound, but the situation was very pessimistic.
Master Lang's knife seemed ordinary, but it contained a cold power, which made his wound unable to heal and the bleeding unable to stop. If this continues, even cultivators will not be able to survive.
"Hey, this is really embarrassing for me. I don't know the magic of medical treatment."
Xiang Furong frowned and said, "But you can rest assured, if you are really cold, my teacher is quite proficient in the use of fire."
This is the case for cultivators. No matter how high your cultivation level is, if you are not very good at a certain aspect of magical powers, you will be helpless in an unexpected situation.
After hearing this, Yang Yi looked at his master with tears in his eyes.
Xiang Furong looked at her apprentice's pitiful appearance and said, "Otherwise, I will take you back to the Demon Slayer Pavilion for treatment right away?"
"Uncle Xiang, you can't do this. With your flying speed, Yang Yi might be dead before he reaches the Demon Slayer Pavilion."
Beiyin whispered to the side. He had experienced the excitement of flying with Xiang Furong, which was comparable to hell. "I suggest that we find a cultivator nearby who is proficient in healing to help Yang Yi."
Just as a few people were discussing, they heard a soft voice coming from behind them: "You can let me try to help Yang Shaoxia heal his injuries."
After Xiang Furong heard this, she turned around and saw a woman with fresh and refined hair holding a piano case and looking at them. The person who spoke was Huo Shuixian.
The moment Xiang Furong saw Huo Shuixian, her eyes lit up and she asked: "What a handsome baby, what is your name? Where do you live..."
"Uncle Xiang, I know all the things you want to ask. I will tell you later. You should quickly ask Miss Huo to heal Yang Yi."
Seeing Yang Yi's depressed aura, Beiyin interrupted Xiang Furong and said quickly.
Her tone sounds like hibiscus, like a female gangster.
In fact, Huo Shuixian was not very lucky today. Originally, today was the first show of her first tour in her life.
My heart is filled with passion and I want to perform well and expand my influence.
But what I didn't expect was that she would put on such a big show for the people before she even came on stage.
The disciples of the Demon Slaying Pavilion beheaded the young prince, and the woman in red punched the King of Zhennan.
Seeing such a wonderful show on the stage, the audience temporarily forgot the purpose of coming today. Huo Shuixian's limelight had been stolen by the master and apprentice.
Wanting to see Yang Yi suffer such a big dilemma, Huo Shuixian finally found the opportunity to take the stage.
Although the disciples of String Square do not have professional magical powers to treat injuries, most of them still know one or two songs to treat injuries.
Huo Shui first picked up the guqin, placed it gently on the piano case, and slowly stroked the strings with his hands.
"Ding……"
Immediately afterwards, a melodious piano sound rang.
At this time, a musician standing behind Huo Shuixian introduced to the three people in the Demon Slayer Pavilion: "This is the healing sacred song of our string workshop called, The Sorrow of the Son of God! It is also the specialty of Senior Sister Huo, so you can rest assured.
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"Don't worry! We are all relieved."
He nodded to Furong and Beiyin and said.
However, Xiang Furong looked at Huo Shuixian and couldn't help but praise her, "If nothing else, this girl's face and temperament look very good."
"Yes Yes."
After hearing this, Beiyin nodded repeatedly and said, "Miss Huo is top-notch in terms of figure, appearance and temperament."
"I'm so greedy that my mouth is watering."
"I am willing to shorten my life by a few years."
The musician was stunned as he listened to the conversation between the two people, and then black lines appeared directly on his forehead.
Good guy, could this be the scourge of Demon Slayer Pavilion?
As Huo Shuixian's fingers continued to float, the sound of the wound-healing piano continued to flow on Yang Yi's wound.
The audience at the scene was extremely excited and emotionally excited because of the exciting scene they just saw.
But as the melodious sound of the piano sounded, the excitement in my heart was calmed down by the sound of the piano, and slowly turned into peace.
This is two completely different tracks from the last general's defeat.
The magical power exerted by the sound of the piano mixed with the true energy was mainly used on Yang Yi alone.
At this time, Yang Yi felt like he was soaking in a warm bathhouse. As the sound of the piano continued to pour into his body, the power in the wound gradually lost its resistance under the influence of the sound of the piano. The wound
It also started to heal slowly.
Feeling that the passing vitality was slowly stopping, Yang Yi's whole body slowly returned to calm.
Although Master Wolf is a strong man in the Dharma phase, Huo Shuixian cannot eliminate the cold power attached to the weapon, but the process is very difficult and makes Huo Shuixian feel frightened.
From the difficulty of this contained power, it is not difficult to see how high the practitioner's cultivation level is.
Yang Yi was actually able to fight against such a difficult enemy and still survive.
Moreover, he was so seriously injured that he actually faced off against the King of Zhennan in the Dharma phase and endured the opponent's huge pressure without giving up at all. It was really rare.
As the sound of the piano soared, the painful power entangled in Yang Yi's wound was finally removed, and the bleeding stopped, but it was not completely healed, and it would not kill him.
As long as he works hard to heal himself, recovery will be a matter of time.
"Thank you Miss Huo for your life-saving grace."
Yang Yi opened his eyes and stood up to thank Huo Shuixian.
"You don't need to be so polite. Yang Shaoxia's behavior is very admirable. I just tried my best."
Mo Mo said politely first. It is not difficult to see from these words that Huo Shuixian had seen what happened just now and believed what Yang Yi said.
In fact, all the people present knew that Yang Yi's behavior just now was not random. Zhennan Palace must have done many detestable behaviors.
On the one hand, girls from Zhennanguan City have disappeared frequently in recent years, and on the other hand, the people's eyes are also sharp.
Some people can't see clearly, some can see clearly, but the vast majority of people understand and can see clearly.
"I'm really sorry for disturbing Miss Huo's tour. Miss Huo will suffer."
Yang Yi solemnly apologized to Huo Shuixian, "But in the final analysis, the whole thing should be blamed on Zhennan Wang and his son, these vicious people."
"Huh?"
After Yang Yi finished speaking, he found that Zheng Tianlin, who was tied up with the soul-fixing nail just now, was missing. Also disappearing with him was his own soul-fixing nail. He couldn't help but scream in surprise.
He raised his head and turned around the stage, and saw Zheng Tianlin, who was tightly bound by the soul-fixing nails. He was lying on the ground with his butt stuck out high, and he moved forward little by little with difficulty.
It looks like a maggot. After such a long time, this guy has moved to the edge of the stage. If he is given another cup of tea, he may be able to escape from the stage.
Seeing this scene, Yang Yi laughed, and then went over to carry Zheng Tianlin back.
Zhang Tianlin originally wanted to sneak away while no one noticed him. Unfortunately, he was tied like this with the soul-fixing nail, and it was too difficult to move. He could only move forward little by little, and the speed of movement made him feel desperate.
But just when he was about to see the hope of victory, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck and was brought back again. At this time, the look of despair in his eyes became even stronger.
Although his father was dead just now and he was in despair, but now that he was captured again, his despair was even stronger than that of his dead father.
